Chapter 28

Damian levered himself up off of Jean and she immediately grabbed a couch pillow to cover her face with. "What's wrong?" he grunted.

"I'm so embarrassed," Jean replied, her voice muffled by the pillow. "I acted like a total slut..."

"Oh." 'Wasn't she supposed to?' Damian sighed and got up. "Want something to drink?"

"Okay. Sprite or something?" Jean's voice sounded choked.

Damian headed for the mini-bar, idly watching Rick plow Beth. She was getting into it -- you could tell by the things she was saying -- calling Rick 'Baby' and 'Sweetie' and such...

"Get up," Terence grunted. He was thirsty, too...

Candace, straddling him, asked, "Why? You're still hard..."

'And you're greedy, aren't you?' Terence thought, 'As well as being bossy and havin' a big head...' "I'm thirsty."

"Oh, all right..." Candace climbed off Terence and slid down off the table. "So," she asked Toby, who was using the table edge for support as he got up, "How's our newest female member?"

"I had fun," Toby replied, smiling down at Louise.

"Shit, so did I!" Louise exclaimed. "Don't feel like you've got to do without while I'm around!"

Damian appeared around the corner of the table and waved a hand at his mother to shush her, then turned to Toby. "Jean was fine, during, but I think she's fucked up now..."

Toby grimaced. Louise lifted a hand. "Help me up -- I'll go with you." Toby hauled on her, almost overbalancing, but he braced against the table while Louise got her legs under her, then the trio headed for the couch.

Terence, at the mini-bar, selected a soda and asked, "Want anything?"

Candace, watching Beth and Rick with a mildly irritated expression, murmured, "A coke, I guess."

Beth was on her knees and elbows, puffing, moaning, "Oh, Baby! That's it! Yes! Yes!" Rick was grinning from ear to ear as he continued to stroke.

Terence grimaced -- what the fuck was that bitch Candace's problem? She seemed to be Hell bent on keeping Beth from having any fun... He brought back the soda to Candace and turned to watch Beth and Rick enjoying themselves. "I don't get it."

"What?" Candace eyed him.

"Why are you on Beth's case? Doesn't she have enough problems?"

"What do you mean? What problems?" Candace demanded.

"Well, she's big... of the three of you..." Terence shrugged.

Candace sighed. "Part of it is personal -- you wouldn't be here if she hadn't fucked up. But part of it is my job, sort of. You see, she likes being bossed around -- and I like doing it. So I'm sort of her keeper..."

"But you have to mess with her?"

"It's part of the deal. If I don't make her do things she doesn't want to -- or at least challenge her -- then I'm not in control..."

Terence stood there watching, poker-faced. "She sucks a helluva mean dick, from what I saw..."

Candace eyed him for a moment. "Choke her a bit, if you can."

Terence shrugged and stepped forward...

Lon had it all from the couch arm; Toby, Damian and Louise coming around to see Jean, and Mama siccing Terence on Beth. Well, he could probably listen to Jean...

Terence approached Beth, "Hey, uh, Beth..."

"Um?" Beth was recovering from one of her short-pop orgasms. She looked up at the black boy owlishly.

"I'd really like to get one of those blowjobs..."

"Oh... Uh! Kay..." Beth struggled up on her hands. Terence and Rick locked eyes, then Rick's glance shifted to Candace and disgust colored his features.

Terence grimaced. "I'll, uh, wait...."

"Thanks, Man." Rick grinned.

"I can, um..." Beth protested -- but she was clearly not all there...

"Well, why don't you just hang onto me while Rick finishes..."

"Okay." Beth took Terence by the hips and buried her nose in his crotch next to his erect cock, where she obviously took great delight in inhaling his musk, by the sound of her gasps and snorts...

Lon shook his head and shifted his attention to Ring Two...

"Jean?" Toby said gently.

"What?" The response was petulant.

"What's wrong?"

"I... YOU know! I made a spectacle of myself..." Jean wailed.

"More than anyone else here? Are you sure?" Toby replied.

"I'm... not supposed to!"

Toby opened his mouth, but Louise forestalled him, "Why, Honey?"

"It wasn't Toby."

"You're not married, Hon. Hell, you're gonna raise a lot of eyebrows if you try!"

"That doesn't mean..."

"...That you're not in a relationship?"

"Yes."

"Honey, he had sex with me! Does THAT mean you don't have a relationship?"

"Well..." Jean grimaced.

"Sweetie, do you REALLY think that I stand any chance of having a relationship with him?" Louise chided.

"Well, no -- no offence..."

"None taken, Hon," Louise smiled. "So why would you think that just because Damian gave you a tickle, Toby might think you would take up with him and have his babies, or whatever?"

Jean blanched. "Babies?"

Louise smiled. "Ridiculous, isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah..."

"Okay, then. You had sex. You enjoyed it. Your relationship with Toby is not affected. End of story..."

"But it's WRONG!" Jean wailed.

"Why, Hon?"

"It wasn't supposed to..."

"Feel good?" Louise finished. "Bullshit! Hon, your head and your heart and your pussy are in three different places -- and in many ways, they're completely independent! You need to stop being silly..."

"Toby?" Jean looked up, distraught.

"I TOLD you, Babe! It's just not a problem!"

Louise went at her again, "You need to settle back and enjoy things, and then take your man home and have HIM and see if you can't tell the difference! If you can't, then you DO have a problem -- otherwise..."

Candace had sidled up in the interim. Turning to Damian, she said, "Thanks for being sensitive to this and letting us know..."

Damian shrugged, "Hey..."

"You busy?" Candace asked. "Your brother has wandered off to get a blowjob..."

"Sure..." Damian took Candace's offered hand.

"Damian?" Jean's voice sounded behind him. When he turned to regard her, Jean added, "Thanks..." Damian waved it off; he'd just done what made sense. Besides, he had something new to deal with...

Louise drew Toby away for a private conversation, "Son, she shouldn't be here."

Toby shrugged. "I know, but we really haven't had much choice. I NEED to be here, and if she doesn't play..."

"... She'll just get jealous," Louise finished for him. "Most times, she'd be okay, since her attitudes match what we'll call 'accepted social norms,' but swinging? No. She needs to grow up."

"She's been hit with a lot in the last week or two."

"What about you?" Louise countered. "She's not being fair to you, either, trying to tie you down emotionally."

Toby shrugged. "In most ways, we're soul-mates. Only on this subject does she get emotional."

"She's a lot older than you are, Hon -- ultimately..."

"Ultimately will come along in due time," Toby replied. "Until it does, we both have a chance to grow..."

Louise cocked her head. "A healthy attitude -- but someone is gonna get hurt. You probably haven't been yet -- she has. I'm guessing that the sun rose and set in her hubby's ass -- and he up and died on her..."

"Something like that," Toby grimaced.

"And you're twice the man he was, in some ways..." Louise eyed him sidelong.

"Apparently."

"You're too good to give up -- but that doesn't mean she ought to have you in the first place... It's a recipe for trouble, Boy."

"I'm playing the cards I'm dealt," Toby insisted.

"Well, all right. She has to understand that she has to share -- it'll help when the time comes," Louise advised. "We need to get her to play, too -- but this might be too public for her, you know?"

Toby grimaced. "I hadn't thought of that."

"Maybe her next partner ought to do her in private."

"Good idea."

"I can jack Terence up..." But a glance showed Beth lipping Terence's glans.

Toby frowned. "Lon might be a better choice, all around..."

"Okay," Louise nodded. The pair walked back to where Jean was watching them with some trepidation. "Honey, is this a little too public for you? A little too embarrassing?"

Jean's eyes flicked back and forth between the pair confronting her. "Well, yes."

"Would you feel better having some privacy?" Louise pressed. Jean nodded.

"I still have things to keep an eye on, here," Toby said. "I'll come to you later. In the meantime..." He turned to Lon, "Lon, could you take Jean somewhere quiet and show her a good time?"

"Huh?" Lon, blind-sided, took a moment to get himself together. "Yeah. I could take her up to my room -- or Mama's. If she wants..." He eyed Jean.

Everybody was bending over backwards; Jean realized she could be a big girl, or she could be a fuck-up... "Sure... Okay." Remaining issues with Lon or no, she'd just consented to have sex with him, publicly -- but it was what was required...

Toby pulled her up from the couch and hugged her. "Have fun and stop worrying about what other people think. Lon will be good to you -- won't you, Bud?"

"Absolutely!" Lon took her hand and Jean found herself being led toward the stair. Looking back, she found Toby waving encouragement. He was serious, apparently...

Louise watched them depart. "Wait a bit, then go up and catch them at it if you can," she advised. "Ask her how she's doing; stick your dick in her somewhere if you can, preferably while Lon is poking her. It'll be a seal of approval thing..."

"Good idea." Toby nodded.

"I wonder when THAT is gonna shake out?" Louise wondered aloud, eyeing the Beth sandwich.

"Soon, I think," Toby opined. "Rick's had a lot of distractions, but he can't last forever..."

Sure enough, Rick suddenly went wild, humping Beth manically from behind, then buried himself, grunting as though he was trying to crawl inside of her. Beth mumbled, "Goo! Goo! Gooo!!" around the head of Terence's cock as she accepted Rick's flood. In a moment, Rick rocked back on his heels and grunted, "Thanks, Beth. I needed that," and rubbed her ass. Beth waved her arm behind her and grabbed his hand, squeezing it -- but she had other fish to fry. Rocking back and lowering her ass, she pulled Terence forward as she assumed a more vertical position, then, locking eyes with him, she started trying to shove his cock down her throat.

Terence's eyes bulged slightly as she took him down in three strokes -- half, three quarters, nose in his pubes -- and then swallowed around his buried meat. She was fucking incredible!

Louise, watching, grunted, "Damn, she's good at that shit! Go Beth!" Beth waved.

Toby, smiling gently, murmured, "Ma is what you call a total slut -- she even likes hearing about it... She'd go for three at a time if we could organize it."

Louise shook her head. "I never knew."

"She wasn't practicing," Toby replied. "Didn't think she could. She was sure nobody would ever want any..."

Louise snorted. "It's a seller's market! If I can get laid..." She cupped her somewhat droopy tits with her hands. Her nipples still pointed outward, but overall, her breasts had that deflated look and sagged to two ribs below their attachment point on her chest.

"Yeah, well, maybe," Toby agreed. "But this crowd is known for their low self-esteem..." Louise nodded.

"That's pretty impressive!" Damian observed, from his seat on the pool table. Candace sat beside him, coaxing an erection out of his semi-soft dick with her hand; Jean had robbed him of any urgent desire by freaking on him, the silly bitch. Damian had a finger in Candace's slot, though, wiggling it between her droopy pussy lips, and he was showing signs of life...

"Yeah, she's something," Candace agreed. "I can do that, sort of, but it isn't easy..."

"Really?" Damian eyed her.

'Damn! Me and my big mouth!' "Well, like I said, sort of. I can't jam it again and again like she does, or hold it forever -- I gag three times out of four," Candace replied.

"Oh, okay." Damian sounded disappointed -- and he was.

... And Candace knew it. "I... guess I could practice a bit..."

"That'd be cool..." Damian didn't want to press, but having Candace swallow his dick seemed like a great idea...

Candace sighed and climbed down off the table; it was time to put up or shut up. She hated to give head because it was something for nothing, but... "Uh, do you want to finish this way, or...?"

"Huh? No, we'll fuck, if that's cool with you..."

Candace's smile was answer enough; she went to work on Damian's cock, engulfing the half-hard length and pushing her tongue under the foreskin to get at his glans and stimulate it to swell fully.

"Looks like giving head is the next order of business," Louise observed.

"I should probably save it," Toby remarked.

"Yeah, but you should be ready when you get there... Tell you what -- I'll do Rick, if he's willing, and you guys can get another picture of me with a dick in my mouth. Then once he's up and running, I'll fluff you for Jean while he fucks me and you guys can get pictures of me doubled up..." Louise offered.

Toby eyed her suspiciously. "How come you're suddenly hot on the pictures?"

Louise grinned. "If I get a chance to show my old man at some point, he'll shit a brick! I just can't pass up the idea of having him see that..."

"I don't get it. You said you've done this all before..."

"Well, yeah, but it's a race thing. I've only done, you know, black guys. My old man could handle that, generally. But you're bigger than he is -- and you're WHITE -- he's got issues, sort of like Jean, and he'll come unglued!"

Rick, who had wandered over when his name was mentioned, whistled. "Man, that's cold!"

"Well, I owe him one -- or maybe two," Louise replied. "You two don't mind, do you? Hell, if I could organize it, I'd do all three of you, just to get the picture..."

Toby shrugged. "I'm sure it's possible, but maybe not today..."

"Some other time, then," Louise grinned. "There WILL be other times, right?"

"Looks like it," Toby observed. "Nobody has killed anybody and things are generally going well. It's probably up to you, anyway, although the existing pics are a lever..."

"I think we all want to continue to play," Louise replied. "I don't like doing without..."

"Nobody does," grinned Rick.

"Why don't you bring me that and I'll see if I can put some lead in it for you?" Louise smiled back, going to her knees.

Rick shuffled up -- who would want to pass on a blowjob, anyway? -- and Toby realized that he had photography duty. Sighing, he headed for the mini-bar.

"Jeezus! How do you do that?" Terence asked Beth. He could feel the ring of the opening of her throat around his cock...

Beth backed off. "Do you want me to do it or talk about it?"

"Both."

"Okay." She sucked him down three consecutive times and came up for air. "It's all about learning how not to gag. My ex liked to stretch my limits, so he made me practice with dildos..." She swallowed him down again.

"I'm just fuckin' amazed! Is it hard to learn?" Terence asked.

Beth backed off and eyed him, wondering why he was so fascinated with the technique and not the sensations, "It's about willpower, I guess. Once you've gotten past it the first time, then confidence kicks in and helps..." She pushed him into her throat, swallowed, backed off until she was kissing his glans, took in his head, tonguing the underside, backed off, and went deep again and swallowed before backing off again. "See? I'm not sure that deep-throating alone is the way to suck..."

"Nah," Terence agreed, "You're probably right. But us guys like to bury it -- especially when we shoot."

"Yeah," Beth mused, popping off him again. "That sucks for me -- I like the taste. When it goes right down the throat, you're past the taste buds."

"Hmph. Never thought of that," Terence grunted. "Shit! Goddamn!" he exclaimed as Beth ran through a couple of long-short cycles. "You're fuckin' amazing!"

"Why thank you, Sir!" Beth backed off and dimpled. "Are you gonna give me this load?"

"Yah."

"I'm going to get serious about it, then. We can talk after..." Beth started seriously playing the skin flute, then, leaving Terence unable to do much more than grunt and groan and clench his big fists. After a moment, seeing this, she backed off and said softly, "You can hold my head. You can fuck my face. You know I can take it. I'm your fuck toy -- play with me..." Then her mouth sucked him in again...

Titillated beyond endurance, Terence went totally fucking nuts! He put both hands in her hair and long-stroked her face for an eternal ten seconds, then held himself deep as his balls crawled right back up into his body while the crazy bitch SWALLOWED around his cock a couple of times -- then he backed off, roaring, so he could shoot seed at the back of her throat from the gates of her mouth!

Beth sucked and tongued him, nursing every slimy squirt out of his swollen cock, swallowing the product with relish and savoring the dregs.

It was the most intense orgasm of Terence's young life! He felt like the top of his head came off! And when he backed off, wheezing, trying to extract his over-sensitive dick, Beth's mouth followed him, teasing, nibbling, sucking... He hauled her head back by the grip he continued to maintain on her hair and howled, "You SLUT! GODDAMN!"

Onlookers were horrified -- especially Louise -- but Beth smiled sweetly and said, "Why Sweetie! You say the nicest things! Thank you! You can fuck my face anytime!"

Terence let go of her head and staggered back to lean against the pool table, panting. "I sure as shit plan to! Fuck! I think I'm in love!"

Just about everybody snorted laughter -- even those who couldn't afford to -- like Candace, who had a choking fit from getting things all mixed up with Damian's cock banging the gates of her throat. But Beth said to him with great sincerity, "It's there, any time you want it. And I have two other holes, too!"

Terence came forward again and put his hand in her hair, gazing into her eyes. "I underestimated you, and I'm real damned sorry!" he announced, then went to his knees and kissed her full on the mouth!

Bystanders were shocked! Beth just hugged him, eyes teary. When he backed off, she hung her head. "I didn't deserve that," she mumbled. "I forgot to tell you -- my holes aren't mine to give -- they belong to my Mistress." She pointed to Candace. "But you can have me any time she allows it..."

Candace backed away from her struggle to emulate her slave, "That'll probably be plenty, Terence -- Beth needs a lot of cock. In fact, I'm afraid she hasn't been getting enough. If you can keep it in your head that she's to be used, not made love to, well..."

"I probably can," Terence allowed.

Louise backed off from her somewhat more successful efforts with Rick to grunt, "That's poor practice for women your age, Boy..."

"Well, he can vent his aggressions on Beth and that will leave him better prepared for nice girls," Candace replied coolly.

"Beth ain't a nice girl?" Louise queried.

"No, she isn't. She's a three-hole slut -- a cum-dumpster, a receptacle for anything that pours out of a cock -- aren't you, Honey?" Candace insisted.

"Yes, Mistress," Beth nodded. Turning to Louise, she confirmed, "It's true. I can't get enough -- or at least, I never have... And I like it... rough..."

"Okay," Louise murmured. This was a whole new side her friend was revealing to her -- but it was also apparently genuine -- and Beth had hinted at it before. Now, she was merely being forthright... "It's still a problem from the standpoint of training the boys to deal with normal women," she pointed out.

Candace sighed. "The three of us will have to handle that," she replied. "Jean is probably the most fragile in that area -- something she's already demonstrated..."

"Uh, I'm sure this is important, but..." Rick complained gently.

"Sorry, Baby." Louise went back to work on his cock. It was a nice cock, too -- just about the size of Fred's. Louise had no problem going deep on it, having had plenty of practice... Eyeing Toby, who was standing by with the camera, she started working it seriously; she wanted it at full staff for pictures...

Candace glanced up at Damian, shrugged an apology, and went to work on her more serious struggle. She'd done this before with Toby, so she KNEW she could do it -- but actually getting it into her throat took willpower -- more willpower than she could manage, apparently. After several tries, she backed off, wheezing, "Sorry, no guts, I guess. I did Toby a few days ago, but..."

Damian grimaced. "I can do without, or..."

Candace frowned, thinking about it. She hated to put herself in someone's hands like that, but, dammit, she'd done it before... "I don't like being forced. On the other hand, I'm acting like a big chicken..."

"Well..." Damian grunted. "You can trust me..."

Toby came up beside Damian. "Is there a problem?"

Damian waved at Candace, who for some odd reason suddenly preferred to suck on Damian's cock than talk, "She says she's having a hard time nerving herself up to take me down whole."

Toby eyed her. "Is that true? Do I need to intervene?" His eyes grew dark... Suddenly, he turned away, muttering, "I thought not..."

Candace came to the realization that her nose was buried in Damian's pubic hair! Her neck was out straight, and Damian's cock was past the gates... She started to panic, but Damian yelled, "Breathe! Through your nose!" She did, and the panic receded; she backed off, gasping. "Do it again, before you forget how," Damian instructed her, and she obediently lowered her head and sucked him in again. Damian looked up at Toby, who was standing beside his mother and Rick. "You got to tell me how you do that sometime..."

Toby shrugged. "I would if I could. As far as I know, it only works on Candace."

Damian grinned eyeing the blonde cunt that normally seemed to be so bossy, "Seems to be enough..." Toby nodded. Candace was mortified, but she backed off, gave him some shallow head for a moment, and went for depth again -- successfully.

Louise tugged Toby's wrist and pointed to hers, indicating that time was flying. "Picture time?" Her eyes said 'Yes', but she kept sucking Rick. "Okay." Toby noted that Rick was entirely happy; Louise seemed to have no problem at all taking him deep. He took a picture of her with her nose buried in Rick's dark pubic curls, then a second. Louise backed off and said, "Let's get one that shows his length..." and balanced Rick's glans on her tongue for two more shots. "Now, can we fuck?" she asked Rick.

"Sure..." Rick replied -- 'Like I'm going to say no...'

"Okay, let's use the table. I'll hang my head over for Toby..."

"Okay." Rick climbed onto the table and gave Louise a hand up.

Louise padded the edge with the pillow that Candace had used earlier. "Let's get going for a sec, then once everybody is seated we can do the photo thing quick and go back to fucking," Louise suggested. At Rick's jaundiced look, Louise assured him, "Don't worry, Baby -- once we get going, it's you and me until we both get our nut -- okay?" Rick nodded and knelt up to insert his cock into the shocking pink gash between her pussy lips. A little minor jockeying to spread her lubrication on his shaft and he sank home to the root. Louise smiled gently; it was just like taking Fred -- plenty of meat without any horse-dick side issues. "Yeah, Baby! That's good shit!" she purred.

Rick grinned, encouraged, and started moving; Louise let her head drop back over the table edge. "C'mere, Big Fella!" she teased Toby. Toby grinned and came forward. The height was pretty good; he had to stand on his toes just a bit, but he wouldn't be there long... Louise reached over her head to grasp Toby's hips, pulling him in and dragging him back. "I can't move, so you have to, Baby," she directed. "Just kinda keep an eye out for me waving that shit's gotten out of hand..."

Toby nodded, watching her thick lips envelope his cock; with her head tilted back like that, he could actually see the bulge when his cock hit her throat...

Louise backed him off. "Gawd, that's huge!" she croaked. "Get a picture or two of Rick working and them pass the camera -- both of you try to get two dicks in the picture, okay?"

"Okay," Toby replied. Why she was so hot on looking like a slut in pictures was beyond him, but if that's what she wanted... He leaned back, dialing the focus so he could get Rick's face, Rick's cock, and his, too -- not an easy task. Rick stopped with his cock just barely between Louise's split pussy lips for a shot, then held still for one where he had sunk it home to the root in her. Toby took a picture from above of Louise with just his knob pressed against her lips -- and another with his knob making a lump in her throat -- but there was a problem... "Louise, you know, you can't really tell it's you..."

Louise pushed him back so she could croak, "Can I see?" Toby displayed the photos on the built-in LED display. "Damn. We need some side shots. Who ain't busy? Terence!"

"Mama?"

"Come here -- we need you to make like a photographer."

"Dammit, Mama, you know I ain't into that," Terence grumbled truculently -- but he got up and circled the table.

"Well, maybe Beth can, then," Louise replied. "I want done up good, so you can tell it's me takin' it at both ends!"

"What the fuck for?" Terence wanted to know.

"For a souvenir, Boy. Do you HAVE to argue all the time?"

"Awight," Terence groused, taking the camera from Toby. "I STILL don't get it. How's this thing work?"

While Toby pointed out the basics, Louise spoke to Beth, "Hon, you know what I want. I wanna look like I'm spitted clean through by two cocks. I want a pic of me kissin' Toby's dick so you can see how godawful big it is, and another one of me with a throat full. Same kind of thing with Rick. I want it real clear that it's me, with two big white dicks stuck into me. You understand why, I think..."

Beth muttered, "If this is for the group, I don't think..."

"This is for ME, Hon. NOW do you understand?"

"Oh. I think so."

"I wanna know this is out there -- a potential embarrassment -- a hook -- you know..."

"Yeah, I guess I do." Louise had hit on one of Beth's prime drivers -- yeah, she understood. The danger, the potential -- or actual -- humiliation -- added spice to everything...

"How you doin', Boy?" Louise asked her son.

"I got it..." But Terence didn't sound confident.

"Beth will help you -- she knows just what I want -- don't you, Hon?"

"Yes." Terence's height helped; under Beth's guidance, he got side views of his mother with her lips pressed to the plum-like head of Toby's cock with Rick's cock buried in her pussy, and one with Rick's barely penetrating, then a set with Toby balls deep in her mouth with Rick in either position. Then they took some other shots, from varying angles -- close-ups of this or that connection, all with serious effort to make Louise identifiable. A dozen photos later, Terence grunted, "That oughta be enough..." He was clearly bothered by the whole thing.

"Beth, Hon, talk to him -- I gotta fuck," Louise croaked. Something about the whole photo shoot idea had her hotter than a pistol! She dropped her head back and asked Toby, "Can you maul my nipples, Babe? Pinch 'em hard." Toby collected her somewhat saggy breasts in his hands and began crushing the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "Yeah, like that. Uuuhhh! Rick, Honey, let's fuck! Don't stop 'til you shoot!" Rick grinned and put it in gear above her, sinking into her pussy with a steady stroke. Louise opened her mouth and hauled Toby in and conversation lapsed, replaced by soft slurping sounds and wet grunts.

Terence stood there watching, rubbing his forehead. Beth took the camera from him and put it on the mini-bar, then came back. "I don't get it," he rumbled. "She's acting like..."

"Like me?" Beth husked. "Sweetie, some of us like to be free, loose, out there, enjoying ourselves. And some of us like to be possessed, controlled, owned. The two urges go back a while, I think -- and they go together, sometimes. For me, being owned means I'm not responsible when someone tells me to do something wild and slutty -- and it frees me up to enjoy it without guilt. Your mother is having a wild time right now -- and I think that maybe she's not sure she's ever going to be able to do it again. She wants something to remind her of it... And she wants something out there that endangers her, makes her vulnerable to control, because the danger adds spice to what she's doing..."

"I'm havin' trouble with Mama the slut," Terence grumbled.

Beth pursed her lips. "That's seldom a side of a mother that sons get to see," she said, "but you probably wouldn't be here without it. Women who don't like sex generally don't have sons -- but your relationship with your mother is not about sex, so it's easy to ignore..."

"Yeah, I guess." Beth's tits were there for the mauling. "I'm getting kinda worked up, watching her..."

"Do you want another blowjob?" Beth asked. "Or a fuck? Have you ever fucked an ass?"

Terence's eyes popped. "An ass?"

"Uh huh." Beth nodded. "I'm clean back there -- I took an enema before I came..."

"Ho Lee Shit..."

Beth took his hand. "Why don't you bend me over the couch?"

Damian was seeing and hearing everything through a haze; Candace's mouth and throat had him teetering on the edge, and watching the other wild stuff going on around him helped, but he just couldn't seem to finish... He was starting to feel sorry for poor Candace, who was still sucking gamely. She rocked back and croaked, "Fuck?" Clearly, her mouth was gone...

"Yeah. Over the couch, too? What about you? Is your ass ready?"

"Yeah..." Clearly, from her sigh, she would take it, but that wasn't what she wanted...

"Some other time. Spread your legs -- I want that pussy."

Candace, barely in position over the couch back, felt Damian's cock nosing between her droopy pussy lips with some relief -- which quickly turned to gratitude and pleasure as his thick cock sank home in her. "Oh, Gawd, that's good!" she moaned. "Fuck me!"

"I plan to," Damian's voice hissed in her ear, and he set up a positively jarring stroke, going deep, his hands on her shoulders. To his left, Big Bro was gingerly forcing his rod between the chubby cheeks of Beth's ass; she was grunting a bit, but she was taking it -- and she was looking over her shoulder, smiling at Terence as he pressed himself into her. Bitch was game -- you had to give her that... The bitch under his hands (Beth might not be a bitch, per se, but Candace was, for DAMNED sure!) needed to be rode hard and put up wet, and Damian was just distanced enough from the sensations of the fuck from the blowjob to be able to deliver! Besides, Toby had turned some switch in her head and she was sucking it up instead of dishing it out; if Damian could get her into the habit of doing that, she might be decent to have around...

Terence figured that somewhere, somehow, he'd won the lottery. Despite having dropped two loads, his dick was an iron bar, and a woman who had already delivered the damnedest porn video-class deep-throat blowjob he'd ever seen, never mind felt, was knelt up backing her asshole onto it! 'I musta been run over by a truck,' he thought, 'and this is heaven...' Assholes were TIGHT, too, for chrissakes! Holy shit!

"Easy, Sweetie!" Beth grunted. "Well, you can hurt me if you want, but if you don't want to, then you need to go slow and easy, with short strokes, until you get all the way in..." Terence grimaced and lightened up, backed a bit, then pressed forward again. "We should have used lube," Beth grunted. "Can you spit on it, sweetie? Right there where you're going in?"

Terence seemed to be bone dry, but he worked up a little something -- and he missed, but he missed high and it ran down to the work area along her crack. The little pool was sucked up in no time, so he worked up some more and got more accurate. In the meantime, he got another inch or so in and worked it back and forth. Things appeared to be easing somewhat...

Candace looked up at Terence and grunted, "Hurt her... a... little bit. She... likes it..."

Damian, who had already made talking difficult for Candace by the simple expedient of hammering into her from behind, growled, "Shut up and fuck, woman!" and picked up the pace. Candace threw him a stricken glance, lowered her head and raised her ass...

Damian glanced around, expecting censure; he'd really wanted to say, "Shut up and fuck, Bitch!" but he toned things down at the last second, figuring that someone would call him down. Nobody did, though; Candace took it, Mama was too busy moaning around Toby's cock, and Toby just grinned at him. Damian grinned back.

Terence bottomed out, finally, and started working his way in and out of Beth's tight asshole. This was something...

It was for Beth, too; things were picking up rapidly. Terence's balls were slapping her clit, making the whole thing bearable, if not pleasant, and the serious friction was easing. "That's it, Sweetie, go get yours! My slut ass is all yours!" she encouraged him.

Louise was starting to shake like a leaf; you couldn't really make any sense of whatever she was babbling around Toby's cock, but she was highly excited, obviously. Toby and Rick shared a grin just as Louise wrapped her legs around Rick's ass and went rigid, clutching him, screaming bloody murder around Toby's cock. Toby doubled up on her nipples while she bucked and surged four times, then flopped back, then he let go and stepped back. It was time to go take a look at things upstairs...